Such pain in my heart.

All those old feelings are returning.
Remember, I used to cry over Woodstock and all that stuff, a while ago. I think I was probably about 14. I'm 16 now.
But today I talked to a man who saw Hendrix burn his guitar at Monterrey Pop Festival, hung out with the Diggers and in the free store on Haight-Ashbury, went to the first Human Be-In where Allen Ginsberg read 'Howl' and Timothy Leary spoke, attended the Acid Tests, saw Ken Kesey's bus Further and had a chance to get on.
I broke like fragile glass, for the first time, really, since I was 14.
There's a lingering pain in my heart I can't get rid of. I'm hurting real bad. But what can I do about it?

 

yesterday was not a good day for me as well... Antonio Puerta, a sevillian 22 yr-old football player who i was fond of, died of delayed postanoxic encephalopathy... he collapsed in the pitch while playing for his team and had remained in intensive care for three days until he passed away yesterday... that was a truly nightmare...

i just can say my thoughts go to his family and friends...

gosh! life is fragile...

 

I understand. He's join the legions of great men who are dead. Almost every great man is dead.
I lose Jim Morrison every single waking moment of every day, over and over.
And he's my wild love.
And not just him.
Allen Ginsberg, Ken Kesey, all the Diggers on the Haight...
The Haight itself is dead and gone.
I mourn her loss with mad pain.

 

A hug probably won't help all that much..but it might help a little

*HUGS*

Don't cry about it hun, just be glad that they did live, and they did all those things that inspire you, because I'm sure you would be a different person if they didn't. That's how I try to think anyway, but I know that sometimes you can't help it...for those times I just burn some incense and put on a Doors cd haha and then I feel better so *hugsxinfinity*

peace
love Jane

 

It's all in your head. You give these ideas the power you want them to have. I suggest you give them a more... constructive power.

 

Colour Haze (check there site and the album of the same name), Dream Theater, Liquid Tension Experiment, Al Di Meola, Manouche, Dead Can Dance, Sethstat, etc. I love Rock, but you'll find that there's more to music than rock and metal. Great men and women who are still alive and who play great music, rock, metal, jazz, fusion, arabian, khezmer, and what not.

 

I had so much fun at several festivals, I'm not longing for Woodstock anymore at all. Folk, blues, jam band, hard rock, metal, stoner and psych rock fests, it's all there. Of course I'd still like to see more bands that play music like the bands that played there, especially all at one festival

But I'm not letting the present go by without gettin my so called kicks out of it. Now, I'm sure woodstockchild thinks like that as well. Please, the present can be enjoyed just as much. I wouldn't go comparing whatever nowadays is happening with pics and vids of the hippiescene 40 years ago. It gives a romantisized image which other people probably have of some scene in the now they dig very much in the future and mourn over because these days are over.

Orange Sunshine, Siena Root, Witchcraft, Atomic Bitchwax, Dead Man, Earthless, Gas Giant, Shovelhead, Red Stoner Sun, Asteroid, Causa Sui, Nebula, First band from outer space, Mr. Quimby's Beard, Farflung, etc.

 

Well, I just hope she won't loose interest in todays wonderful world because of the past. Just get out, meet people, see places and listen to good music and see how many good, free spirited people are roaming this earth!

 

well, sharing it helps. =]
and when i went to the Summer Of Love concert and when i saw Big Brother and The Holding Co. play thier set, i thought or Janis and Jimi and all the others they were in contact with and i almost started crying. I was staring right at Sam as they were singing that song that janis wrote with him and i almost started balling because i realized how much they cared about each other and how that was broken by her death. it was a terrible feeling, but it turned into this happy feeling because i was so happy that he was still doing what he enjoyed doing and the fact that janis wasn't there wasn't bringing him down. kudos to Sam, kudos.

as for you, dear...you need lots of hugs.
*BIGhugs*

 

i ache every time i hear of the haight in the 60s, or watch woodstock, too, hon!but then i rememeber that im not the only hippie out there, and i feel like i was born this late for a reason.
i mourn the loss of AC/DC singer Bon Scott every single moment of every day that i breathe in the air, so i know how you feel about jim morrison, woodstock child!
just remember to NEVER forget their legacy, no matter how you may change.
<3

 

I guess all we can do is either sit by and wish that things were as great as they were then...

Or we can get out there and freak out some normals, and let them know the way things should be!


But it's almost impossible in Corporate America. I should talk, I work in a damn office all day. I would like to save enough money to make a business, but I just entered the work force about a year ago, and I don't make much.


LET'S GET OUT THERE AND MAKE SOME CHANGES

 

Wow...and I thought it was painful going through these times as a 50 year old guy who still believes in peace, love and understanding. I'm just thankful there's a few young folks like you who have posted who would like to see today be a little more like yesterday. Don't mourn too much, guys. You people are the hope of the world. Go out and make a difference with your lives and with your love.

 

Stop beeing nostalgic about the past wich you haven't been part of anyway. Live your own life, your own dream, don't live some past dream, you have the future ahead of you girl!

 

If you feel that strongly emotional about it, there could be a possibility that you may have had a past life.

The same thing happens to me, the other day i went to winson churchill's britain at war experience where i sat in an anderson shelter, every time i hear the sound of an air raid siren i get really emotional. It could be memories of a past life or it could just be sadness for the people that went through it all.

i hope the feeling passes soon, like most people have already said, try and remember the happiness and positivity of that time, and remember how original hippies tried to change the world for us, their children. And in my opinion they have succeeded, we need to carry on that legacy.

 

My most recent past life.
I died in the heyday of the 60s Haight-Ashbury scene in a freak accident.
It was taken from me, just like that.
I wandered San Francisco a ghost for decades, broken by my loss.
I eventually decided to pursue happiness again in another life.
So far I haven't found it.
You know how that song goes...
'I still haven't found what I'm looking for.'

 

Stop living in the past look to the future. But it would been great see woodstock & summer of love.

 

How did you find out the info from your past life? Did you have someone tell it to you or did you just know? Sorry if i'm bieng a bit off-topic but past lifes fascinate me. I believe everyone's had one at some time or another, and they strongly influence the people we are today.

I hope you find what you are looking for eventually, by the sound of it might take a while. Hopefully it will come to you sooner rather than later

 

I meditated on it. And sometimes certain things/songs triggered instant reaction,
One particular group was Brewer & Shipley. They were most likely my favorite musicians.
On the way to an amusement park I had a revelation that I died in the trunk of a car.
I know that I was near the stage when The Who played "See Me Feel Me" at Woodstock.
While listening to Roadhouse Blues in the car at the post office I had a quick memory of being on top of Jim Morrison in the middle some sort of major tongue-action.
While listening to Heartbreaker in my room one night I remembered having anal sex with Robert Plant, and then John Bonham walking in and saying something.
I remember being hit in the head very hard and either knocked out or killed.
Just random things.
I'm not sure, but I would guess my death occurred in late 1969.

 

hehe you had anal sex with robert